Happy Valentine’s Day, James.

By Ciara

The day just started but I’m gonna tell you how it ends for me: No text, no flowers, nothing to demonstrate that I’m alive and that James Robinson loves me.

I am straight up bawlin my eyes out here at 6am on Valentine’s Day, crying over my bestie’s husband. And she IS my best friend, she just doesn’t know we’re sharing James.  She’s like my sister fr. But me and James have been dealing since 2022.

When I got pregnant, James promised to tell bestie he’s in love with me. But then I suffered a miscarriage.

I was sad, I wanted James’ baby, but after I miscarried, he seemed relieved. He refuses to go raw now…like why are you trying to prevent my pregnancy if you love me, James?

I deserve a man of my own, and James and I are soulmates. He’s MY man. She’s just babysitting him.

For 4 years I wanted to tell bestie: “He’s your husband but he’s my MAN.”

BUT if the last 4 years have taught me anything, it’s this: I will NOT hear from James today.

I will not receive a Valentine’s Day text. He will ignore me while he and Bestie are on social media dressed in matching outfits. 

On Monday, he’ll call me his lil secret sunshine, again and send a late nite text that makes my heart flutter.

I’m so tired of this. I think I’ll tell bestie that she’s celebrating 9 years of marriage, but for four of those years, James was with me.

He’s mine. She needs to stop pretending—and let him go.